A Horny Hoary Snowman Built in Secret by a Young Lad on a Winter Sunday Afternoon
(HOAR adjective : white or grayish white in color, usually as a result of age or frost.)
(HORNY slang : feeling sexy, sexually excited, or easily aroused sexually.)
Hoary The Horny Snowman
By rutger5 (An Original Story - Copyright 2013)
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"Mom, I'm going outside to play. Don't worry, I'll be back before dark" Tommy called out as he pulled on his worn winter coat.
"Wait a minute young man" came the sound of his mother's voice in response. "Let me see how you're dressed first."
A minute later she came down the stairs wearing her pajamas with a pale blue terry cloth robe over them even though it was mid afternoon. She looked at her only child then shook her head disapprovingly.
"First of all Tommy Jones where are your mittens and hat? Plus you still need to tell me where it is you're going" she said as she bent down and adjusted the zipper on his coat, pulling it all the way up to his elfin chin.
"Oh Mom, stop fussing with me. I'm not a baby anymore" Tommy told her with an exasperated tone to his voice.
"I know that honey but it's a mother's job to worry about her little man. Besides its cold out and I don't want you to get sick from not being properly dressed for the weather."
"Don't worry, I was going to wear my hat anyway" he lied as he pulled it from the pocket of his coat and placed it on his head. "I'm just going to the backyard to play in the snow. Maybe later if I get bored I'll go and see if James wants to come out."
"That's fine Tommy, just make sure you don't go any further than James' house."
James Durante was one of Tommy's best friends in the whole wide world and the neatest part was he lived only a block and a half away so Tommy could go to his house all on his own. But right then Tommy wasn't looking to play with James; for some reason he wanted to be alone that frigid Sunday afternoon.
His mother kissed him goodbye on the cheek before closing the door behind him. She watched from the window next to the door as he stomped down the stairs before turning onto the walkway that ran between their home and the empty foreclosed house next door. A little later after eating breakfast she looked out the kitchen window and in spite of her melancholy mood the woman had to smile as she watched him running around playing in the narrow fenced in backyard. She wished that she could be so carefree again, if only for an afternoon.
She decided to jump in the shower and then get dressed but when she turned to leave her gaze fell upon the half empty bottle sitting on top of the refrigerator. Unable to stop herself she opened it before removing a glass from the cabinet and pouring herself a double of the clear, potent liquid. She drank it straight down without stopping and as she felt the warmth radiate internally she poured herself another glass. The second one she drank at a slower pace but it still disappeared too soon for her liking.
What was the point in getting dressed anyway? She had no plans since it was her day off and she'd already promised Tommy they could order pizza for dinner. No, she might as well just spend the day in her bedroom with her now almost constant companion. It was always there for her and while it couldn't make her totally forget, it did help to deaden the still omnipresent pain. So with the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, Mrs. Jill Jones retreated back to her warm and welcoming bed.
Meanwhile her son continued to play unaware of what she was doing, not that he was old enough to fully comprehend anyway. Tommy knew that she'd changed a lot in the last two years ever since that evening when the policeman came knocking came on their door. She used to be almost always happy and now she seldom smiled; the only exception being that Tommy could still draw one from her on occasion with something cute he said or did.
Right then he was pretending to be Naruto, the main character from his favorite cartoon. As he ran around in circles he imagined he was fighting all the Akatsuki, the bad guys who gave Naruto a hard time. When he became bored of that he tried to resume work on the snow fort he'd begun the previous week when it first snowed. But there'd been a few warmer days since then that had melted away much of the accumulation. Now with below freezing temperatures all weekend what was left was a small frozen mound.
"Gee willikers! This snow is too hard to work with" he thought to himself. "I need some softer snow and more of it."
No sooner had he thought this than a light bulb went on over his head. Tommy knew exactly where he could get what he needed so he went to the shed against the house and entered it. A minute later he was pulling his little red wagon over the lumpy, frozen snow alongside the house. He turned left when he reached the sidewalk and it was a good thing for him his mother was currently becoming inebriated, for James lived in the opposite direction.
The cherubic tyke whistled as he walked, the wagon clattering behind. When he reached the corner he was careful to look both ways before he crossed like his mother had taught him. There was barely any traffic with it being Sunday so he had no problem reaching the other side. He continued walking until reaching the abandoned property which was girded by a high chain link fence topped with razor wire.
Tommy knew his mother wouldn't be happy if she found out he was going there but it was perfect for what he needed. Besides he'd gone there sometimes with James and his older brother Frank and nothing bad had ever happened to them. He walked along until reaching a spot where the fence had been cut leaving a small gap. Due to his size he easily slipped through, though he had to hold the fence with one hand in order to squeeze the wagon inside as well.
Once he did he was unable to drag the wagon much beyond the fence for a large amount of snow had blown into a high drift caused by the north wind's blowing. Tommy began to scoop handfuls of the snow and put it in his red wagon but even before it was full he realized that it might be a lost cause. The small amount that it could hold would necessitate him making multiple trips back to his yard in order to transport enough to complete the fort. So the boy sat down in the snow and pondered.
Within five minutes another idea came to him, this one even better. While there was no point in constructing a fort here, there was something he could build instead. Something that reminded him of past, happier times. He remembered when he was younger and along with his mom and dad they'd built the best snowman ever. Truthfully his parents did most of the work with Tommy lending a hand here and there but it had unquestionably been 'his snowman'. Most importantly he'd been the one who decided how to decorate it and everyone knows that's what determines the snowman's personality.
Inspired by his idea Tommy started work immediately. He carried the wagon as he worked his way behind the drift so none could see him from the street. With the sun shining down on the open ground between the shuttered chemical factory and the snowdrift he tirelessly toiled on the task at hand. Within an hour he'd made three snow spheres from the largest for a base to the smallest for the head. Getting the middle section onto the base had been difficult but he persevered until it was accomplished. Unfortunately due to the large size of his unfinished creation Tommy was unable to reach high enough to place the head on top.
No matter what he tried was unsuccessful, whether it was jumping and putting it there or standing on his wagon and reaching up. Either he still couldn't reach high enough or the head would roll off to the ground; in one case breaking into pieces. He was about to give up when he noticed a row of objects standing alongside the graffiti scarred, boarded up building. They were closed top, fifty-five gallon steel drum barrels used for storing both liquids and solids in a variety of industries, not that Tommy knew about such things. All he saw was something that was high enough for him to reach the top of the snowman if he were standing on it.
Of course moving one to where he needed was easier said than done. For the most part snow wasn't a problem. For between melting and the wind creating the snow drift the ground between the building and the snowman was relatively clear. Rather it was that Tommy just wasn't strong enough to maneuver one to where he wanted. Even if empty it would be difficult for him to move and those full proved impossible for the precocious tyke.
In frustration he kicked the drum located at THE END
(HORNY slang : feeling sexy, sexually excited, or easily aroused sexually.)
Hoary The Horny Snowman
By rutger5 (An Original Story - Copyright 2013)
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"Mom, I'm going outside to play. Don't worry, I'll be back before dark" Tommy called out as he pulled on his worn winter coat.
"Wait a minute young man" came the sound of his mother's voice in response. "Let me see how you're dressed first."
A minute later she came down the stairs wearing her pajamas with a pale blue terry cloth robe over them even though it was mid afternoon. She looked at her only child then shook her head disapprovingly.
"First of all Tommy Jones where are your mittens and hat? Plus you still need to tell me where it is you're going" she said as she bent down and adjusted the zipper on his coat, pulling it all the way up to his elfin chin.
"Oh Mom, stop fussing with me. I'm not a baby anymore" Tommy told her with an exasperated tone to his voice.
"I know that honey but it's a mother's job to worry about her little man. Besides its cold out and I don't want you to get sick from not being properly dressed for the weather."
"Don't worry, I was going to wear my hat anyway" he lied as he pulled it from the pocket of his coat and placed it on his head. "I'm just going to the backyard to play in the snow. Maybe later if I get bored I'll go and see if James wants to come out."
"That's fine Tommy, just make sure you don't go any further than James' house."
James Durante was one of Tommy's best friends in the whole wide world and the neatest part was he lived only a block and a half away so Tommy could go to his house all on his own. But right then Tommy wasn't looking to play with James; for some reason he wanted to be alone that frigid Sunday afternoon.
His mother kissed him goodbye on the cheek before closing the door behind him. She watched from the window next to the door as he stomped down the stairs before turning onto the walkway that ran between their home and the empty foreclosed house next door. A little later after eating breakfast she looked out the kitchen window and in spite of her melancholy mood the woman had to smile as she watched him running around playing in the narrow fenced in backyard. She wished that she could be so carefree again, if only for an afternoon.
She decided to jump in the shower and then get dressed but when she turned to leave her gaze fell upon the half empty bottle sitting on top of the refrigerator. Unable to stop herself she opened it before removing a glass from the cabinet and pouring herself a double of the clear, potent liquid. She drank it straight down without stopping and as she felt the warmth radiate internally she poured herself another glass. The second one she drank at a slower pace but it still disappeared too soon for her liking.
What was the point in getting dressed anyway? She had no plans since it was her day off and she'd already promised Tommy they could order pizza for dinner. No, she might as well just spend the day in her bedroom with her now almost constant companion. It was always there for her and while it couldn't make her totally forget, it did help to deaden the still omnipresent pain. So with the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, Mrs. Jill Jones retreated back to her warm and welcoming bed.
Meanwhile her son continued to play unaware of what she was doing, not that he was old enough to fully comprehend anyway. Tommy knew that she'd changed a lot in the last two years ever since that evening when the policeman came knocking came on their door. She used to be almost always happy and now she seldom smiled; the only exception being that Tommy could still draw one from her on occasion with something cute he said or did.
Right then he was pretending to be Naruto, the main character from his favorite cartoon. As he ran around in circles he imagined he was fighting all the Akatsuki, the bad guys who gave Naruto a hard time. When he became bored of that he tried to resume work on the snow fort he'd begun the previous week when it first snowed. But there'd been a few warmer days since then that had melted away much of the accumulation. Now with below freezing temperatures all weekend what was left was a small frozen mound.
"Gee willikers! This snow is too hard to work with" he thought to himself. "I need some softer snow and more of it."
No sooner had he thought this than a light bulb went on over his head. Tommy knew exactly where he could get what he needed so he went to the shed against the house and entered it. A minute later he was pulling his little red wagon over the lumpy, frozen snow alongside the house. He turned left when he reached the sidewalk and it was a good thing for him his mother was currently becoming inebriated, for James lived in the opposite direction.
The cherubic tyke whistled as he walked, the wagon clattering behind. When he reached the corner he was careful to look both ways before he crossed like his mother had taught him. There was barely any traffic with it being Sunday so he had no problem reaching the other side. He continued walking until reaching the abandoned property which was girded by a high chain link fence topped with razor wire.
Tommy knew his mother wouldn't be happy if she found out he was going there but it was perfect for what he needed. Besides he'd gone there sometimes with James and his older brother Frank and nothing bad had ever happened to them. He walked along until reaching a spot where the fence had been cut leaving a small gap. Due to his size he easily slipped through, though he had to hold the fence with one hand in order to squeeze the wagon inside as well.
Once he did he was unable to drag the wagon much beyond the fence for a large amount of snow had blown into a high drift caused by the north wind's blowing. Tommy began to scoop handfuls of the snow and put it in his red wagon but even before it was full he realized that it might be a lost cause. The small amount that it could hold would necessitate him making multiple trips back to his yard in order to transport enough to complete the fort. So the boy sat down in the snow and pondered.
Within five minutes another idea came to him, this one even better. While there was no point in constructing a fort here, there was something he could build instead. Something that reminded him of past, happier times. He remembered when he was younger and along with his mom and dad they'd built the best snowman ever. Truthfully his parents did most of the work with Tommy lending a hand here and there but it had unquestionably been 'his snowman'. Most importantly he'd been the one who decided how to decorate it and everyone knows that's what determines the snowman's personality.
Inspired by his idea Tommy started work immediately. He carried the wagon as he worked his way behind the drift so none could see him from the street. With the sun shining down on the open ground between the shuttered chemical factory and the snowdrift he tirelessly toiled on the task at hand. Within an hour he'd made three snow spheres from the largest for a base to the smallest for the head. Getting the middle section onto the base had been difficult but he persevered until it was accomplished. Unfortunately due to the large size of his unfinished creation Tommy was unable to reach high enough to place the head on top.
No matter what he tried was unsuccessful, whether it was jumping and putting it there or standing on his wagon and reaching up. Either he still couldn't reach high enough or the head would roll off to the ground; in one case breaking into pieces. He was about to give up when he noticed a row of objects standing alongside the graffiti scarred, boarded up building. They were closed top, fifty-five gallon steel drum barrels used for storing both liquids and solids in a variety of industries, not that Tommy knew about such things. All he saw was something that was high enough for him to reach the top of the snowman if he were standing on it.
Of course moving one to where he needed was easier said than done. For the most part snow wasn't a problem. For between melting and the wind creating the snow drift the ground between the building and the snowman was relatively clear. Rather it was that Tommy just wasn't strong enough to maneuver one to where he wanted. Even if empty it would be difficult for him to move and those full proved impossible for the precocious tyke.
In frustration he kicked the drum located at THE END
